Kinky States of Mind

The erotica challenge Remittance Girl posted has given me an excuse to revive my own poor, neglected blog. RG's challenge was to write the exact same sex act, using nothing but the tone of language and the POV of the narrator to present it as either kinky or vanilla.

Details are available here.

Here's my take.

Take 1: Vanilla

It was like something out of a porno. Erin’s body hunched on the bed in the doggy position with two of my well-lubed fingers buried in her asshole. Her own dainty hand reached between her legs and diddled her clit. I stretched forward, so my head was next to where hers lay on the pillow, and kissed her. Her pale blue eyes locked with my dark browns, like she was searching for something.

“You doing okay?”

She nodded.

“You sure about doing this?”

She nodded again. “I want to be able to give you something only we’ve done, share part of myself with you that no other has had.”

I kissed her again. Her lip gloss tasted like watermelon. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

 I positioned myself behind her, on my knees, and withdrew my fingers. Her heart-shaped ass was beautiful by any objective standard, but more so because it belonged to the woman I loved. I couldn’t believe she was giving me this gift.

With my unlubed hand I picked up the condom wrapper off the bed, tore it open with my teeth, and unrolled the rubber over my erection. I squeezed some more lube onto my sheathed cock, rubbed it around, and positioned the head at her entrance.

“Let me know when you’re ready.”

She nodded.

“Remember what your article said. Push back against me while I’m going in.”

“Just take it slowly, okay?”

I pressed against her asshole, felt it resist, then give way. When the head was inside her I paused until Erin nodded she was okay. Her fingertips continued their dance on her pussy, and soft moans escaped her lips. From my position on my knees I had the perfect view of my cock burying itself in her ass, very slowly, inch by inch. The image burned itself into my mind. Finally, I was buried all the way in.

”Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“You all right?”

“Yes. Just don’t start yet, okay?”

The grip of her ass on my cock was unlike anything I’d ever felt before, tighter than any pussy, mouth, or the grasp of a hand. Every instinct I had was screaming at me to thrust, to fuck, to take my pleasure from her body and empty myself inside her. Somehow I held off. I was the luckiest guy on earth, and I was not about to screw it up by acting like a selfish jerk.

She reached for the pocket rocket on the nightstand, twisted the handle until it started to buzz, then placed it against her clit.

“Fuck me!”

Take 2: Kinky

Such a pretty pet, hunched on the bed in the doggy position with two of my well-lubed fingers buried in her asshole, offering the gift of her submission. I had not been gentle about it either, thrusting both fingers in at once. The point was to make sure she knew I was worthy of the gift she offered, that I was up to the task of topping her.

Her own dainty hand reached between her legs and diddled her clit. I stretched forward, so my head was next to where hers lay on the pillow. Her pale blue eyes locked with my dark browns, awaiting my next instruction.

“Your ass is mine now, whore. Just another hole available for my use.”

“Yes, sir.”

I positioned myself behind her, on my knees, and withdrew my fingers. Her perfect heart-shaped ass was a blank canvas awaiting my marks. I couldn’t wait to color it in with the pink glow from the flogger, and the cane’s cruel red lines.

With my unlubed hand I picked up the condom wrapper off the bed, tore it open with my teeth, and unrolled the rubber over my erection. I squeezed some more lube onto my sheathed cock, rubbed it around, and positioned the head at her entrance.

“Beg for it, whore.”

“Please, sir, may I have the pleasure of your cock in my slut ass?”

I pressed against her asshole, felt it pucker in resistance, then give way. When the head was inside I paused, waiting to see how she would react. 

“More please, sir?”

“Good girl.” With a single stroke I pushed the rest of the way in. 

“Oh fuck.”

Her fingertips continued their dance on her pussy, and soft moans escaped her lips. From my position on my knees I had the perfect view of my cock buried in her ass. Every instinct I had was screaming at me to thrust, to fuck. The beast inside me—the one that longed to hear her whimpers and cries, to take pleasure from her pain—strained at its leash. I held it back. If she was going to code, now was the time.

“Status?”

She didn’t hesitate. “Green, sir.”

“Good girl. Now take the vibe off the nightstand and use it on yourself.”

She picked up the pocket rocket, twisted the handle, and placed it against her clit.

“What do you say, whore?”

“Thank you, sir.”

I let the beast fly.